Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.